Past

My sisters wise and witty. Close to one another. In age, innocence from growth of understand. Having demand. A control that keeps them going. Only knowing what they could have been not going the trail they should have made. Instead they settled with what came. Leaving, receiving, the life at which they never could have seen. Remembering us so young so green. Now our leaves began to change. Our leaves yellow turning to red. I remember our fights and when we slept in the same bed. They will always be in my memory. They can stay if they are happy where they lay. But as for me I will not stay. Left to make better of each day.